| Song | Never Will It Stop (featuring Ab Liva - Explicit Album Version) |
| Artist | Clipse |
| Album | Til The Casket Drops |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : THORNTON JR, GENE/THORNTON, TERRENCE/UNKNOWN, WRITERS | |
| Never will it stop, | |
| The 50 in the duffel won't crush, | |
| It settles to the bottom like dust, | |
| **** what ya heard, | |
| You ain't countin' paper like us. | |
| A million in the ceiling | |
| I can touch.[Pusha-T:] | |
| Go-getter. | |
| I come from the corner like most niggas, | |
| Now from afar, | |
| I toast niggas, roast niggas, | |
| Anywhere, whichever the coast nigga, | |
| Compare me to them 2 ghost niggas - | |
| Hail Mary. | |
| Heart break when they tales fairy, | |
| I kissed that girl and | |
| I likes it, like | |
| Kate Perry. | |
| The tongue-tester, niggas on the corner | |
| Juggle Os for the king, like a jester. | |
| Child of a lesser - | |
| God, so when | |
| I drop the top | |
| It's my way of feeling closer to the | |
| Lord!Reaching for the heavens; 'till then, | |
| I settle for the 7,30 floors upper room key, at the | |
| Western.With her on her back, and her on her knees, | |
| My ghetto ass trying to pronounce they dungarees. | |
| I say Rav, they say | |
| Roxy mon,They think it's real cute while they giving me dome.[Ab-Liva:] | |
| Liva. Heh, the cross | |
| I bear,So fly in that purple label cloth | |
| I wear.No matter the cost, | |
| I make Porsche like fear, | |
| Every stitch, every seam, when | |
| I floss, y'all stare. | |
| Ferrari: 500 them horse | |
| I tear,I circle, | |
| I veer, y'all pause like deer | |
| In the headlights, mami play red light, green light, | |
| And hop that red torch | |
| I steer.There's no | |
| Law I've feared, | |
| Arm glowin' like a roadside flare, | |
| King-pin, so the soft | |
| I shared,I carried, | |
| I huddled, | |
| I dared,I muscled, | |
| I bled, I sweated, | |
| I teared,Got crowned 'n got cheered. | |
| You 10 Grand quarter-pound ration, | |
| Went 36 flat, that's a asking, | |
| Now two-thirds got it for a fraction, a cinder -- | |
| Put in the dash 'n the fender, | |
| Dryer sheets, that cover that scent that it renders. | |
| Never will it stop -- ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop -- ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop -- ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop. | |
| Never will it stop, | |
| The 50 in the duffel won't crush, | |
| It settles to the bottom like dust, | |
| **** what ya heard, | |
| You ain't countin' paper like us. | |
| A million in the ceiling | |
| I can touch.[Malice:] | |
| And still don't nothing move but the money, | |
| Nothing like 50 bricks, wrapped like the | |
| Mu-mmy.With the return ensures the | |
| Second Coming, | |
| So tongue-numbing nigga, you can bet your last. | |
| Not a gram off either, you can bet your ass! | |
| I stay with the fifth, since niggas want to grab, | |
| Fassst-life, get it y'all is on the fast, | |
| And them hos never say no, 'less they on they rag. | |
| Louie bags, | |
| I trick 'em with good faith, | |
| In hopes they return the favor, with good face. | |
| Mentally, my mind in a good place, | |
| Wake up e'ery morning admiring landscape -- | |
| Hell, even my garage a menage, | |
| Like my hoes exotic, same as my cars. | |
| Million-dollar deposit, you suffer from withdrawals, | |
| I got in the game in the bag like | |
| I'm Clause. | |
| Never will it stop -- ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop -- ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop -- ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop. | |
| Never will it stop, | |
| The 50 in the duffel won't crush, | |
| It settles to the bottom like dust, | |
| **** what ya heard, | |
| You ain't countin' paper like us. | |
| A million in the ceiling | |
| I can touch. |
| zuo ci : THORNTON JR, GENE THORNTON, TERRENCE UNKNOWN, WRITERS | |
| Never will it stop, | |
| The 50 in the duffel won' t crush, | |
| It settles to the bottom like dust, | |
| what ya heard, | |
| You ain' t countin' paper like us. | |
| A million in the ceiling | |
| I can touch. PushaT: | |
| Gogetter. | |
| I come from the corner like most niggas, | |
| Now from afar, | |
| I toast niggas, roast niggas, | |
| Anywhere, whichever the coast nigga, | |
| Compare me to them 2 ghost niggas | |
| Hail Mary. | |
| Heart break when they tales fairy, | |
| I kissed that girl and | |
| I likes it, like | |
| Kate Perry. | |
| The tonguetester, niggas on the corner | |
| Juggle Os for the king, like a jester. | |
| Child of a lesser | |
| God, so when | |
| I drop the top | |
| It' s my way of feeling closer to the | |
| Lord! Reaching for the heavens ' till then, | |
| I settle for the 7, 30 floors upper room key, at the | |
| Western. With her on her back, and her on her knees, | |
| My ghetto ass trying to pronounce they dungarees. | |
| I say Rav, they say | |
| Roxy mon, They think it' s real cute while they giving me dome. AbLiva: | |
| Liva. Heh, the cross | |
| I bear, So fly in that purple label cloth | |
| I wear. No matter the cost, | |
| I make Porsche like fear, | |
| Every stitch, every seam, when | |
| I floss, y' all stare. | |
| Ferrari: 500 them horse | |
| I tear, I circle, | |
| I veer, y' all pause like deer | |
| In the headlights, mami play red light, green light, | |
| And hop that red torch | |
| I steer. There' s no | |
| Law I' ve feared, | |
| Arm glowin' like a roadside flare, | |
| Kingpin, so the soft | |
| I shared, I carried, | |
| I huddled, | |
| I dared, I muscled, | |
| I bled, I sweated, | |
| I teared, Got crowned ' n got cheered. | |
| You 10 Grand quarterpound ration, | |
| Went 36 flat, that' s a asking, | |
| Now twothirds got it for a fraction, a cinder | |
| Put in the dash ' n the fender, | |
| Dryer sheets, that cover that scent that it renders. | |
| Never will it stop ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop. | |
| Never will it stop, | |
| The 50 in the duffel won' t crush, | |
| It settles to the bottom like dust, | |
| what ya heard, | |
| You ain' t countin' paper like us. | |
| A million in the ceiling | |
| I can touch. Malice: | |
| And still don' t nothing move but the money, | |
| Nothing like 50 bricks, wrapped like the | |
| Mummy. With the return ensures the | |
| Second Coming, | |
| So tonguenumbing nigga, you can bet your last. | |
| Not a gram off either, you can bet your ass! | |
| I stay with the fifth, since niggas want to grab, | |
| Fassstlife, get it y' all is on the fast, | |
| And them hos never say no, ' less they on they rag. | |
| Louie bags, | |
| I trick ' em with good faith, | |
| In hopes they return the favor, with good face. | |
| Mentally, my mind in a good place, | |
| Wake up e' ery morning admiring landscape | |
| Hell, even my garage a menage, | |
| Like my hoes exotic, same as my cars. | |
| Milliondollar deposit, you suffer from withdrawals, | |
| I got in the game in the bag like | |
| I' m Clause. | |
| Never will it stop ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop. | |
| Never will it stop, | |
| The 50 in the duffel won' t crush, | |
| It settles to the bottom like dust, | |
| what ya heard, | |
| You ain' t countin' paper like us. | |
| A million in the ceiling | |
| I can touch. |
| zuò cí : THORNTON JR, GENE THORNTON, TERRENCE UNKNOWN, WRITERS | |
| Never will it stop, | |
| The 50 in the duffel won' t crush, | |
| It settles to the bottom like dust, | |
| what ya heard, | |
| You ain' t countin' paper like us. | |
| A million in the ceiling | |
| I can touch. PushaT: | |
| Gogetter. | |
| I come from the corner like most niggas, | |
| Now from afar, | |
| I toast niggas, roast niggas, | |
| Anywhere, whichever the coast nigga, | |
| Compare me to them 2 ghost niggas | |
| Hail Mary. | |
| Heart break when they tales fairy, | |
| I kissed that girl and | |
| I likes it, like | |
| Kate Perry. | |
| The tonguetester, niggas on the corner | |
| Juggle Os for the king, like a jester. | |
| Child of a lesser | |
| God, so when | |
| I drop the top | |
| It' s my way of feeling closer to the | |
| Lord! Reaching for the heavens ' till then, | |
| I settle for the 7, 30 floors upper room key, at the | |
| Western. With her on her back, and her on her knees, | |
| My ghetto ass trying to pronounce they dungarees. | |
| I say Rav, they say | |
| Roxy mon, They think it' s real cute while they giving me dome. AbLiva: | |
| Liva. Heh, the cross | |
| I bear, So fly in that purple label cloth | |
| I wear. No matter the cost, | |
| I make Porsche like fear, | |
| Every stitch, every seam, when | |
| I floss, y' all stare. | |
| Ferrari: 500 them horse | |
| I tear, I circle, | |
| I veer, y' all pause like deer | |
| In the headlights, mami play red light, green light, | |
| And hop that red torch | |
| I steer. There' s no | |
| Law I' ve feared, | |
| Arm glowin' like a roadside flare, | |
| Kingpin, so the soft | |
| I shared, I carried, | |
| I huddled, | |
| I dared, I muscled, | |
| I bled, I sweated, | |
| I teared, Got crowned ' n got cheered. | |
| You 10 Grand quarterpound ration, | |
| Went 36 flat, that' s a asking, | |
| Now twothirds got it for a fraction, a cinder | |
| Put in the dash ' n the fender, | |
| Dryer sheets, that cover that scent that it renders. | |
| Never will it stop ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop. | |
| Never will it stop, | |
| The 50 in the duffel won' t crush, | |
| It settles to the bottom like dust, | |
| what ya heard, | |
| You ain' t countin' paper like us. | |
| A million in the ceiling | |
| I can touch. Malice: | |
| And still don' t nothing move but the money, | |
| Nothing like 50 bricks, wrapped like the | |
| Mummy. With the return ensures the | |
| Second Coming, | |
| So tonguenumbing nigga, you can bet your last. | |
| Not a gram off either, you can bet your ass! | |
| I stay with the fifth, since niggas want to grab, | |
| Fassstlife, get it y' all is on the fast, | |
| And them hos never say no, ' less they on they rag. | |
| Louie bags, | |
| I trick ' em with good faith, | |
| In hopes they return the favor, with good face. | |
| Mentally, my mind in a good place, | |
| Wake up e' ery morning admiring landscape | |
| Hell, even my garage a menage, | |
| Like my hoes exotic, same as my cars. | |
| Milliondollar deposit, you suffer from withdrawals, | |
| I got in the game in the bag like | |
| I' m Clause. | |
| Never will it stop ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop ever, never, | |
| Never will it stop. | |
| Never will it stop, | |
| The 50 in the duffel won' t crush, | |
| It settles to the bottom like dust, | |
| what ya heard, | |
| You ain' t countin' paper like us. | |
| A million in the ceiling | |
| I can touch. |